[open] the vows of ruin

[Padme]

When the sudden thud brought her ears and eyes up she was busily preening her rosebud wings. Gently she moistens them from the trickling stream at her feet; she must do this diligently every few days. She bares large vibrant wings of colorful flora, with thorny vines entwined with bright crimson red roses, and emerald fan leaves fanning out at the tips like proper feathers. She is devoted to them always, tending to her living appendages daily in one way or another. They look fragile but they are not.

... she is interrupted.

She folds her sturdy wings when he causes a commotion with his toppling over himself. Padme could have laughed at him, or made a joke, but she just levels her pale purple eyes onto him without emotion. ‘Are you thick in the head?’ is the expression most prominent in the lines of her young, smooth face. Her long black hair is tousled perfectly over the crooked white blaze down her dark face. She says nothing, quietly watching him without a frown or a smile – observing him plainly, sort of rudely, even.

PADMÉ
the high black water, the devil's daughter

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